Current mood: having breakfast and wondering what happened yesterday in a Barnes & Noble. I go to pick up my commemorative Prince magazine. 2 years gone. I dip into the vinyl section. I spy a Rush record, Chris's favorite. I go to walk away, something ??? makes me look back. I slip my fingers behind the record to flip behind it, poof! A 12 inch vinyl copy of "Raspberry Beret" is staring at me. Chris knows I loved that song. He gave me a videotape of the actual full-length song years later. I can't remember if he loved Prince because of the guitar work in Purple Rain, but this was kicked into full gear when he met me. I adored Prince, and still do. I purchased the magazine and the copy. I haven't had a vinyl copy of Beret since 1985, the year we connected. The B side is interesting, too: She's Always In My Hair. I referenced this when I initially dyed my hair purple upon hearing the news from Paisley Park. That was a reminder, too, this week.
I go into Petco to get the special food for my old, diabetic kitty. The tabby mix in the glass cage was named...Paisley. Another Prince reference. I felt a catch in my throat and smiled. P had a cat named Paisley. When I got on the Prince forums 2 years ago, I actually spoke to one of the vet techs that took care of the cat in Minnesota. She was a long haired calico that died at the age of 15. My cat is a calico, too. Wow.
Something's afoot lately. Watching, hovering. Not sinister, just aware. Opening my eyes. Simply amazing. I found this video last night on vimeo. YouTube pulled it down. The "helium" voice at the end is the type of thing that would crack up me and Chris. We were silly and savage in what made us laugh. I have no turntable to play any vinyl, but when I get my things out of storage...
